I have been in therapy for over 20 years, most have been here at the Estuary. I’m still coming and I now get to write for this place. It is a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that I get to write, something my soul has been longing to do since I was a young child. The curse is that I have to write and now I’m being held accountable.
I hated traveling as a child.
It always felt like something terrible was going to happen to me or to whoever I left behind. The anxiety was often unbearable. I would throw up with motion sickness in the car, feel depressed when we arrived wherever we were going, and cry at every changing moment. All I wanted was to go home.